Follow up to Daddy’s Day at the Dentist

A few days ago I wrote about my recent trip to the dentist. The next day I received an email from my father. I think I got a lot of my comedic skills from him. I know I got all of my parenting skills from him.

Nice article and video, but sorry about the news from the dentist.

I must say, the description of your childhood dental supervision was fairly accurate.  Idon’t recall being as vigilant on the enforcement of the twice a day brushing.  We may have taken your word for it a few too many times.  And then at a fairly early age for you,the supervision passed hands and became Mr. Harlow’s problem, or Humphrey, or someone else not me or your mom. (I lived in a dorm in middle school and high school)  So, we’re clearing our conscious of this, and even offering this as a disclaimer – as long as we owned you, your teeth were fine, as far as we knew.

A number of years ago, a painful issue forced me into the dentist.  I saw Dentist Man and Dentist Lady wink at each other and say, “the regular cleaning will be just fine”.  It was hopeless…they gave up…threw in the towel.  Dentist Man told me that I had the teeth of a man 15 years older.  That hurt.  So, here’s your dad “Talking it up”.  You’re only 30. The dentist always said the you were extra placquey.  Twice a day is a good start for you, but you might consider 9 times a day – after each Mt. Dew.  Apply yourself.  Work harder.  More suicides.  Brush early and often, up and down.

Braces?  Now that’s not my fault.  Stop using your teeth to open the cans.
Love,  Dad

Thanks Dad.